Holding the wound on her side, she points her assault rifle at the man who tried to stab her for her supples.
“Who are you?”
“My name is Naminè”
Boom
silence
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The 25 years ago, someone had messed up while trying to find the cure to cancer. Releasing a toxin in the air that will contaminate dead bodies, bringing them back as monsters.
The toxins spread all around the globe within weeks, creating monsters out of dead bodies.
Soon enough people had figured out how to kill these creatures, shoot or stab their skulls, but by the time they figured it out....more than half of earth’s population died, creating more and more creatures.
Now it’s survival of the fittest. People are robbing and raiding each other.
All of the laws don’t matter anymore.
Societies are crumbling.
Mothers are throwing the weak children away.
does life even matter anymore?
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Violence is OK, just no detail of guts and brains and stuff. Think of our youth.
Just jump in! I’ll read your character profiles, don’t worry!
I’ll create a private OOC chat, so do NOT flood this thread with OOC chatter.
If you join, i’ll add you to the OOC chat immediately, don’t ask!
No Mary Sues or Gary Stus.
This isn’t a requirement, but please make sure your posts are readable.
LIGHT ROMANCE ONLY, NO INTAMATE RELATIONSHIPS.
Remember that minors can see this forum.
IC teasing and rivalries are OK, just no OOC bullying or rivalries.
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“Who are you?”
“My name is Naminè”
Boom
silence
~~~~~~~~~~~~
The 25 years ago, someone had messed up while trying to find the cure to cancer. Releasing a toxin in the air that will contaminate dead bodies, bringing them back as monsters.
The toxins spread all around the globe within weeks, creating monsters out of dead bodies.
Soon enough people had figured out how to kill these creatures, shoot or stab their skulls, but by the time they figured it out....more than half of earth’s population died, creating more and more creatures.
Now it’s survival of the fittest. People are robbing and raiding each other.
All of the laws don’t matter anymore.
Societies are crumbling.
Mothers are throwing the weak children away.
does life even matter anymore?
~~~~~~~~~~~
Rules!
Violence is OK, just no detail of guts and brains and stuff. Think of our youth.
Just jump in! I’ll read your character profiles, don’t worry!
I’ll create a private OOC chat, so do NOT flood this thread with OOC chatter.
If you join, i’ll add you to the OOC chat immediately, don’t ask!
No Mary Sues or Gary Stus.
This isn’t a requirement, but please make sure your posts are readable.
LIGHT ROMANCE ONLY, NO INTAMATE RELATIONSHIPS.
Remember that minors can see this forum.
IC teasing and rivalries are OK, just no OOC bullying or rivalries.
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((Can my oc be a zombie? She'll be a slave once you find her))
If that's okay with you
Hello?
Hello? Anyone here?
((Please don’t fill this thread with OOC chatter.))
After Naminè shot the man, she started running. Holding the small, bleeding wound on her side. She decides not to go to the public safe house, which is almost a mile away.
She stumbles into a crumbling apartment complex, she goes on the top floor and takes shelter in one of the rooms.
Locking the door, she sits on the ripped up couch and lifts her tank top. She opens her bag and reaches in it for some bandages.
She takes out a cloth and cleans the wound before soaking it in antibiotics and bandaging it.
After Naminè shot the man, she started running. Holding the small, bleeding wound on her side. She decides not to go to the public safe house, which is almost a mile away.
She stumbles into a crumbling apartment complex, she goes on the top floor and takes shelter in one of the rooms.
Locking the door, she sits on the ripped up couch and lifts her tank top. She opens her bag and reaches in it for some bandages.
She takes out a cloth and cleans the wound before soaking it in antibiotics and bandaging it.
Foxy was limping twords the apartment, she was a zombie. She smelled the blood from Namine's wound. She started to bang on the door to get the fresh meat.
“Of course” She mumbles as the door splinters and cracks as the zombie outside hits it.
She grabs her assault rifle and remains on the couch, the door looks strong. So she assumes she’s fine, and if the door breaks she can just shoot it.
She grabs her assault rifle and remains on the couch, the door looks strong. So she assumes she’s fine, and if the door breaks she can just shoot it.
Foxy slide under a note. It said "I'm friendly" Foxy would make a groan showing her that the note is near the door.
Naminé reads the note from her spot on the couch. “Bullcrap...” Now she thinks it’s just a bunch of raiders.
She gets up and tip-toes to the door, wincing from the shooting pain in her side. She quietly loads her gun and unlocks the door, pointing it carefully. “It’s open.”
She gets up and tip-toes to the door, wincing from the shooting pain in her side. She quietly loads her gun and unlocks the door, pointing it carefully. “It’s open.”
Foxy was different from the other zombies. She opened the door with some supplies for Namine's, then she tossed them over to Namine's. She made nosies, trying to talk to her.
She stands back, she realizes that shooting would most likely damage the building, possibly collapsing it.
She backs into the balcony, still pointing her assault rifle at the zombie. She smells like blood, so hopefully the zombie will think she’s dead and leave.
She backs into the balcony, still pointing her assault rifle at the zombie. She smells like blood, so hopefully the zombie will think she’s dead and leave.
Foxy closed the door, making signs with her hands that she's really friendly.
Feeling guilt, she opens the door again. She still holds her gun though, just for security.
“Who are you, what do you want, and why are you dressed as one of....them?”
“Who are you, what do you want, and why are you dressed as one of....them?”
Foxy showed her the wounds and bite marks, she was already a zombie. She Drew a shield on the wall with her own blood, the shield shows that she wants to protect Namine.
There’s no way way she is actually a zombie. She would’ve attacked Naminé by now. She is getting irritated at this lady now.
“Speak to me!”
“Speak to me!”
Foxy made zombie nosies, she was more intelligent from the other zombies, but she couldn't speak at all.
This woman is probably mute or speech impaired.
“Can you speak sign language? O-Or write?”
“Can you speak sign language? O-Or write?”
Foxy nodded at her, as she locked the door.
“Well, write something with this on the wall.”
She pulls a small beaten-up pen out of her pocket. She gives it to the woman.
She pulls a small beaten-up pen out of her pocket. She gives it to the woman.
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